Sunday, July 13, 2008


No big report today for Travis. Not fantastic, but not bad. I'm going to start feeding him twice a day (every 12 hours) instead of 3 or 4 times. He is getting way too picky. I never thought that Travis would be picky, but knowing that more food is coming in a few hours gives him no reason to eat something he doesn't really want to.

Katie is great. I change her perfectly wrapped bandage every 2 days. She is such an angel and has always been so good about leaving wounds and wraps alone. I tried to give the surgical site some air time, but couldn't keep idiot Reagan from trying to sniff or lick it. I think I'm home free because the owner of the foot leaves it alone, but not Reagan.

Reagan got 2 days of some really good training this weekend. I worked her really hard at my agility field. It paid off because she is sound asleep now and too tired to follow me around the house. She is practicing weave poles for her meals everyday. "Will weave for chicken backs and necks", she says.

Picture is from the early days when Travis first learned to swim. He is probably 4 years old here. It was scary watching him swim to and retrieve a bumper the first few times. He'd go under water and I'd get ready to go in after him, but then he'd come back up. He was just so fearless and never let a little water in his ears bother him. He was just such a natural.


Denise- LessIsMore17 said...

Hang in their Travis!

LOL about Katie's foot, I bit Limo would want to lick it too:-p mmmm bloody toe jam..........

Denise- LessIsMore17 said...

OMG I can't type can I? but you're smott enough to figure out my typos I'm sure!

KF-in-Georgia said...

I'm glad Katie is so good about her bandages. That's got to be a huge help.

Oreo was never content to leave well enough alone. She wound up with a huge scar from her bout with Sam because she insisted on licking the wound nonstop. When I muzzled her, she kept rubbing the wound with the muzzle. And when I tried an e-collar on her at PetSmart, she ducked her head, dumped the collar in the floor, and laughed at me. At night, I tried leaving the muzzle off, figuring she'd sleep instead of licking the bandaged wound. When she tried to lick, I fussed at her. After a bit, she tiptoed out of the bedroom and down the hall so I wouldn't hear her licking. She got the vet-wrap off, then came back to bed and quietly licked some more. She was unstoppable.